Yes, friends, it’s true: I shall reach the exalted age of sixty soon. Very soon. Very.
Recently, I watched an episode of “Sex and the City” in which Charlotte announced that she was not going to turn 36 on her birthday because “I’m just not where I thought I’d be at 36, so I’m sticking at 35.” Granted, she was in a tough spot: her marriage had crumbled under the stress of infertility, and her efforts to resume the career she’d paused for babymaking had proven fruitless. Still, it set me to wondering: am I where I thought I’d be at 60? Continue reading
(Magnet on the whiteboard over my desk)
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There are at least a dozen things I need to do today, but I’m writing this blog post instead.
Because I feel like it. Continue reading
Last weekend, I did something unusual: I ate breakfast at the coffee shop near my house. Continue reading
It’s a numbers game, they tell us. It’s all subjective, they say. Rejection isn’t personal. It doesn’t mean anything. Keep trying. You never know.
What’s the #1 reason writers don’t write?
Wait, let’s rephrase that. Continue reading
When last we saw our heroine, she was recovering from a somewhat rocky week involving an ER visit and a respiratory virus. Even so, this plucky lass chirped valiantly about how her health was improving, and we were left with the definite impression that she was indeed on the comeback trail and that henceforth, she would skate with ease and grace toward her various goals.
Yup. Right. Continue reading
I don’t usually share newspaper articles here, but this one is special. I don’t know this writer or her book, but I love her real-life story.
This post is dedicated to every writer who holds down a day job (including parenthood which, from what I hear, is at least two full-time jobs in and of itself) and still manages to carve out time for writing, reading, researching agents, figuring out publishing, and doing all the stuff necessary to put our stories out into the world. Continue reading